This is a song about "Bitchs n hos"

There you go, just what ya bitchs been lookin for

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

My last challenger said "sorry youre right bro" told all the hos its a typo!

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Pretending to be awake 'n

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.